Twista — Mista Tung Twista

[Music Video Intro: Twista] Watch the lyrical flow Oh! This dope rhythm I throw Be pump pump pumping 'em up And I'm ready be bringing 'em up at the height With this funky tempo I throw, I know Gotta be stopping the dope hypeness Stop anyone then I'm bend 'em my lyrical rhythm I throw with the tongue Believe it that I'm hung among The style I be throwin' Is takin' em out of the sucker, deliver the lyrical-ism And scopin' 'em up into a prison And givin' a lyrical foe that’ll fizz em I tackle a rhythm and break it up, only my lyric was left My tongue twista is deaf First let me take a deep breath Flowing the lyrical magic I'm out to be marvelous Screamin' and breakin' 'em up And then makin' 'em breaking the sweat I be makin' 'em jump and then sit up And live with this style I be kickin', I'm pumpin' the rhythm And rocking the palm of the lyrics up under the side I'm making 'em like I'm a fool 'Cause rhythm I'm bringing into the mic I'm only give 'em a concept [Intro: Tyrone Chilifoot] Heeeey What's happenin', y'all? This is Tyrone Chilifoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby Three minutes of straight stupid Straight ignant dope funky stuff for ya, baby So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista Kick it gee [Verse 1: Tung Twista] Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin' a rhythm, a lyrical styler My tongue'll be flingin' a funky pile of Lyrical rhymes that's breakin' 'em off in the mind I be flowin' 'em, holy I'm Kickin' the funk of Islam My lyricals slippin' 'em like petroleum, slowly I'm Pumpin' the flow of the lyric I'm breakin' em off with the radical texture I'm one brother you could never get next ta Flex your style I'm gonna give 'em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav And crackin' 'em up with the word of the wise I be bringin' 'em up in the flow of the funky dialect I elect a flow for suckers that try and wreck I spark the light over a head and be wakin' 'em up And then cause a fly effect I insist ya, lay with the path of my rhythm And follow me like a scripture Flowin' this from my lung, a tongue twister Mista, my style'll be makin' a dent and be leavin' the tracks bent Steppin' is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent Breakin' 'em up and then makin' 'em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin' up in 'em and then I'ma give 'em a lick of my Lyrical lollypop, I'mna bring 'em up into my doctrine Rock then the rhythm'll makin' the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin' 'em follow the path of a God And my track'll be blacker than Cocoa This lyric I'm makin' is dope, don't call it so-so Don't diss the Tung Twista Leavin' the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw That's makin' the funk of the lyrical glow And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin' a funkedelic flow And oh my fist'll swing at the rhythm of suckers Then I'm gonna give 'em a tongue blister It's the Mista Tung Twista [Interlude: Tyrone Chilifoot] Ha-ha-heeey Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya Comin' at ya in 3D Ha-ha We're going to get funkier than that, boy Check it out Kick it again [Verse 2: Tung Twista] My tongue is spinnin' I follow with Allah And the Father be stoppin' the Cavalier from sinnin' The lyrical rhythm beginnin' and then in the endin' I ratatattat tactics, givin' 'em black kicks Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin' and rappin' 'em up is dope as a crack fix Wack? It's - funky, I'm greater Never to step at the lyrical dictator, a state of Shock is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally Go with the smell I be stylin', gee, funky is what the scent'll be Harmin' this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin' my charm in this Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist Calmin' this? Hype as a rattle be shakin' and rippin' the rhythm And breakin' up into a sweat, I be workin' the lyrical servin a sucker So never come near a lyricist Cavalier - ah Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin' like a mirror Hear a sucker step at the Twist' Ya gotta be goin' like this to beat me The funk of the lyric'll flow from me like peepee You caught a work of my tongue as I be flowin' like water Crackin' 'em up with a flow of the sort of slaughter I oughta To be embracin' Nubian nation, race you Takin' my tongue you're tastin' a quick pace And facin' lyrical wastin', Tung'll be cut like Jason, racin' Tung Twista rock, your lip'll lock My tongue'll be makin' a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop Flip-flopped a flow when I wrote this Kickin' and makin' some hocus pocus, focus Tongue'll be flippin' just like this I'm a locus Givin' a diagnosis for Twisterosis Crackin' a mouth and them makin' 'em ache I'ma put 'em up into a coma You're sniffin' a dope aroma I'm blendin' I'm able to break up a sucker that you might send in The funk of the lyrical rhythm beginnin' Spinnin' the suckers around like a dollar Be makin' 'em holler kickin' the funk of a lyrical scholar I pray to Allah, I'm makin' this funky like I'm a hobo Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin' that he can battle my solo I just say oh no 'cause that's a no-no When I be smellin' the funk of my flow, jo I'm pumpin' this up and then breakin' this in with a lyrical Then say haha, take titles then say ta-ta I'm rippin' and rock 'em then rockin' a rhythm And ring in my tongue I'ma bend 'em And flow with a lyric it's steppin' inside 'em And get with the funk I be pumpin' up in 'em with this and it's the Yeah - Tung Twista [Interlude: Tyrone Chilifoot] Oooooweee Haa-haa Boy, if that ain't bad my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chilifoot, baby Haa-haa But we finna [?] the Boogieman [?] Go head, get 'em [Verse 3: Tung Twista] The Boogieman was speaking, he said: what's up Mista Twista Don't you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper Talkin' behind my back is makin' it seem like it's a rumor So tell me face to face when you will decide to come to Juma Don't say your name backwards because you don't like Cav Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck I'm speakin' this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin' Islam you're seekin' You might as well open the doors of a church and become a deacon Don't step to me, speakin' the pep to me about what your rep'll be Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy Them suckers that be dissin' me I simply just insist ya Stop steppin' against the Mista Tung Twista [Outro: Tyrone Chilifoot] He-heeey Now that was bad, baby But if you think that was somethin' Wait 'till you hear the album He-he-hey I like to give a shout to my son, Tyler Witfoot And get out to Eric the Wiz Cavalier, of course Cavalier, it's his album Ha-ha, [?] My man, I'ma tell 'ya Kooley And the DJ Cut And the whole entire hip-hop nation We Audi 5000 Take the mic, y'all Ha-haa Do the robotic robot